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How did he do it?

How was he so good at knowing...and giving her what she needed?

How was it possible...when she didn’t even have to say a word?

"Do you remember the psych test you had to take when you applied for a job?”

Payton’s brows furrowed. Fairscale had made her take so many tests during the application process that she honestly couldn’t remember—

“Does ‘survival of the fittest’ ring a bell?”

Oh, that one!

“I think I flunked that—”

“Actually...”

Her eyes widened. Was he going to say she had passed that test?

“You had the lowest score.”

Okaaay.

"You could've just said yes, but, um, thanks for being specific?”

“The test was administered to weed out potential stalkers and anyone else who might have a similar psych profile to Anya’s."

Well, maybe having the lowest score wasn’t that bad, after all.

“Do you know what that means, Payton?”

“I’m...a good person?”

“You don’t have what it takes to kill someone.”

“So...a really good person then?”

"Instead, you're most likely the person to get killed first."

Well...

Okay...

“That sucks,” she blurted out.

His lips curved. “Does it?”

“You don’t understand.” She had already died. Thrice! “I—”

“You’re Anya’s opposite.”

“Yes, but—” She also didn’t want to die for the fourth and last time.

“It means you’re the most honorable. And the most selfless.”

Oh.

She finally got what he was saying.